Vanity Fair Page #9
I want to change, Jane.
I mean to make a different life
for Rawdy and I.
At least I mean to try.
Then you will succeed.
Now, get your things
and I'll take you home.
I must apologize...
for my excessive zeal.
You need no forgiveness from me.
Oh, but I do.
I need your forgiveness.
And your love.
Suppose my wish is to finish now,
if I ask no other favor?
You've had your wishes,
Mrs. Crawley.
Crawley. What kept you?
Nothing happened, Rawdon.
I beg you to believe me.
I'm innocent.
What are you two scheming about?
Tell him I'm innocent.
You, innocent?
When my money has bought
every trinket on your body?
Let me pass, sir.
You cowardly, villainous liar!
Rawdon! Rawdon, don't!
What are you doing?
Come here!
Take off that necklace.
Now get out!
Open it! Open it.
I want to know
if you or he are lying.
Open it!
A thousand pounds.
a hundred, Becky.
Rawdon! Rawdon, wait!
Please.! Forgive me.
Wait! Wait!
I made a grave mistake.
I'm sorry.
You cannot know
the journey that I have made.
Oh, I should.
I traveled with you.
Not from the beginning.
Please, Rawdon.
In my way, I've loved you.
Then that is your misfortune.
Good-bye, Rebecca.
"Following the premature death
of His Excellency,
the Governor of Coventry Island,
"we hear the post is to be offered to
the distinguished veteran of Waterloo,
Colonel Rawdon Crawley."
Well, this is excellent.
Excellent be damned!
The place is a graveyard,
and it is Steyne who sends me to it.
Well, whatever the reason,
this is a chance
and you must take it.
Good boy. Steady now.
My life has not been much.
Everything I've touched
has turned to dust,
except that boy.
Would you take care of him for me?
Rawdon, I promise you
I will love him as my own.
I do already.
God bless you.
Brother.
Him.
Who? Who said that?
Of course.
Madame de Crawley.
Off to work.
Place your bets.
I'm sorry, I don't speak...
Is this your first time in the casino?
And if it is?
You must use
your beginner's luck wisely.
The chance will not come again.
George. What would Amelia say
if she knew you were here?
Not now, Dobbin.
May I present...
But I know the major very well.
Mrs. Crawley.
Don't tell me it is
the infamous Mrs. Crawley.
George.
It is, sir. So your mother must
be traveling on the continent.
Your grandfather
forgave her in the end?
He did, God bless him.
He left her well provided for.
We've been traveling
with my mother's friend.
Alas, Major Dobbin,
are you still only her friend?
Come.
You must see Mama.
Come tomorrow.
We're at the Erbprinz Hotel.
She won't want to be disturbed.
Major Dobbin, I don't
remember you for a tease.
I would love to.
Tell her I'll be there
in the morning.
You must have known my father.
Do you think I'm like him?
Very.
It is not your place
to issue invitations.
But if she's an old friend...
She's an old acquaintance.
It's not the same.
Your mother won't wish to see her.
Of course I want to see her.
Becky. How could I not?
That little devil brings mischief
wherever she goes.
She killed her husband.
He died of tropical fever.
You can hardly lay that at her door.
Can't I?
They took her son from her.
Rubbish.
Rawdon took the boy away
because cats are better mothers.
And what do you know of motherhood?
You have no child.
Don't I know it?
And if I have any authority
in this house...
Authority?
You have none, sir.
Who do you think you are?
My father?
My husband?
You're right.
I know what your heart
is capable of.
It can cling faithfully
to a misty memory
and cherish a dream,
but it cannot recognize
or return a love like mine.
- L-I have been your friend.
- No.
You have allowed me
to be your friend.
We have spent enough of our lives
at this play, Amelia.
Let this end.
We are both weary of it.
When his cousin died, I knew
Rawdy would spend his life
at Queen's Crawley.
He belongs there.
But you must see him.
Why don't you?
No. Jane would not
keep me from him.
But Rawdy has
become a great man.
I love him and I wish him well,
but my place is no longer with him.
Tell me, how is Major Dobbin?
I passed him as I came here,
looking very fierce.
We have fallen out.
Over me?
Over you, yes,
but over other things as well.
Amelia Osborne, you're a damn fool.
He is your dearest friend.
It matters not what he thinks of me.
I cannot, Rebecca.
You don't know what lies between us.
I do.
Ever since I saw him buy that piano,
I've known how it stood between you.
That was George.
It was Dobbin.
- I saw him with my own eyes.
- George loved me.
George Osborne loved
no one but himself.
He'd have jilted you but for Dobbin
and left you if he'd lived.
Stop! Silence.
Dobbin was right.
Wherever you go, you trail wickedness
and heartache in your wake.
I came prepared for this.
George gave this to me at
the Duchess of Richmond's Ball.
Whatever it is, I will not read it.
"My darling, Becky, won't you save me
from a life of dreary toil?
Fly with me.
We will dance our way
across Europe. Your George. '"
That is the man you have
made your life a shrine to.
I've been a fool.
We have all been fools.
But you may still
remedy your folly. Go.!
Hurry.
In the back.
Wait! Wait!
My Angel, take compassion upon us.
Dine with Fritz and me at the inn
in the park. We'll die if you don't.
Tomorrow maybe.
Ask me again tomorrow.
Today I'm a little tired.
I'm looking for a Madame de Crawley.
Can you tell me
where I might find her?
Mr. Sedley?
Mr. Joseph Sedley?
What are you doing in Germany?
ByJove.
Have I found you?
Amelia said you were here.
Is it truly the beautiful Mrs. Crawley?
I'm on my way back to India.
India.
My gad, Mrs. Crawley.
What a turn up.
I do hope that traveling
will not tire you.
Oh, no, Mr. Sedley.
You know I love to visit new places.
It's so beautiful.
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